If your ceiling is falling down, don't you call someone in? I apply the same principle to myself.

We're all works of art in progress.

I didn't marry to have children. I married to have a relationship, and I was blessed with one child. I was an only child, too - my mother was smarter than most women today; she just had me.

I'm a working woman of 80 trying to work out what the image I can project is. How I can do it with, you know, dignity.

My mother was harsh and constantly told me I had jug ears and heaven knows what else. But she was devoted and a hard worker.

As a model, I didn't have an identity; I was a chameleon, a silent actress. I was an amorphous thing. I wasn't full of personality, I was full of solitude and solemnity. I wasn't a cover-girl type.

I don't live for stuff and things, and if I had to live in a cardboard box, I would put curtains on it.

There’s always a boyfriend... Whatever else I have to give up on, I won’t give up on love.

My life has been amazing. How many other ladies of 76 can say that the snapshot on their senior citizen's card was taken by Norman Parkinson?

We were so poor that my mother would often leave me in a foster home until she could raise enough money to rent rooms for us.

The money I've earned has enabled me to keep my life in my own hands. I had a terrific body, and I got paid for using it.

A billion neutrinos go swimming in heavy water: one gets wet.

The truth is, no one of us can be free until everybody is free.

Justice limps along, but gets there all the same.

Too many times we're looking for ways to get around deep waters and dangerous fires, rather than through them. Has this ever been your experience?

You cannot lead people you do not influence.

I'm always interested in very, very futuristic music and bridging the gap between the physicality of organic guitar music and trying to translate that into something electronic is really fascinating.

When everybody else thinks it's the end, we have to begin.

When the Son of God comes to rescue us and bring us back to God, He does not find in us the ability to believe.

The unique essence of being an artist is dying. Eveything looks the same. Now there’s a formula. And it works. - But it takes away from the reason we do it.

War is nothing but a microcosm of peace... it shows you life in a more intense way and that's how I continue to live it... for good or bad reasons.